Christmas & Levelling Up: 2015 To 2016

I did mean to write a post sooner than I have, but with it being a holiday season I ended up working far more hours and days than I expected to.

Plus, a few of my colleagues ended up off sick. Christmas Day itself is the only day that the restaurant I work at actually closes all year so that has probably been my only peaceful day seeing as I have worked every day since – up until yesterday that is.

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Paris, Japan, Hate, & Insignificance

I should be writing Delivering Hope right about now. I’m 30k words in, which is great. It’s far further along than I thought I would be after everything. But I’m not writing right now.

Instead, I’m wondering about humanity. Yesterday was Friday 13th. Bad luck according to many, but I don’t think luck had much to do with a lot of the horror of yesterday.

The lights in Paris are out.

And the rest of the world is sharing its grief in France’s national colours. Such is the sadness of our hearts.

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Flash Fiction No. 90

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Grim Obsession

He smiled in the way a child would; a mixture of bashfulness and wanting. Sukey brushed back a feather of hair and poured him another drink. Always two drinks. Never a visit longer than an hour.

Her eyes glanced the clock. The hour was nearly over.

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Flash Fiction No. 87

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Zealots

Charcoal bags. She flushed her face with ice cold water but they didn’t shift away. Not make up, then; just lack of sleep.

Silver gleamed in sawn-off light. She sluiced the blade in the icy torrent, destroying the evidence beneath the tap. The water ran red before paling as it circled the plug hole. It was important to keep your instruments clean.

Towel on metal rubbed away the damp markers until water stains were non-existent. A slip and her thumb wept crimson, lips surrounding the wound to stem the flow. She put the weapon away. Carefully concealed, it was more useful than any other ally.

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